The stadium had barely calmed after Banda's goal when Atalanta seized control of the game with an almost manic urgency that felt like a summer storm rolling in off the Adriatic. They weren't rattled by Lecce's opener. If anything, it provoked them, like a heavyweight boxer waking up after taking a sharp jab to the chin, shaking the cobwebs from their head, rolling their shoulders, and stepping forward to return fire.